The pic she sent was a selfie. She sat in front of her dressing table, in a strapless
peach nightgown. Her dark, lustrous hair, which was usually tied up, fell loose
around her shoulders. She wore no makeup except the Lipstick Wesley bought
her.
Wesley's hand shook a little, and the enlarged image snapped back to its normal
size.
“You're quiet. That bad? Never mind. I'll take it down,” Blair said.
Before she deleted the pic, Wesley saved it.
“I just wanted to let you know that not all lipstick is red. This one is buttermilk with
a brownish tint. You can call it a Mocha Lipstick shade.”
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Holding his phone in his Left hand, and a cigarette between his fingers of his
right, Wesley leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.
The only thing he could think about was Blair. She filled his head. Her smile, her
voice... the gentle Blair, the mischievous Blair, the aloof
Blair, the angry Blair... Every one of them was adorable.
His finger slid across the screen of his phone. He found the picture and stared at
it, longer this time, mesmerized.
He missed her so much, he realized.
The silence from Wesley was like a slap in the face. Blair felt humiliated.
She regretted ever sending him the photo. Not even patient enough to get the
makeup remover, she grabbed a cotton swab and started to remove the lipstick.
She was frustrated, angrily wiping her face clean.
Afterwards, she tossed the Lipstick into a drawer and buried it deep under the
rest of the detritus in there. Behind the suntan lotion, underneath the loofah,
mixed in with all the other shades she rarely touched.
Then she went to bed, leaving the desk Lamp on.
But sleep seemed reluctant to visit. She tossed and turned in bed, wondering
why Wesley never replied.
When her phone buzzed, she jerked up like a spring and reached for her phone
out of reflex. It was a two-second message from Wesley.
She clicked on it excitedly and put her phone to her ear.
“You look very nice,” he said. He was breathing heavily, as if he was running.
“Not “nice” but “very nice.” Blair thought the world was bright and beautiful again.
“But why did it take him so Long to reply? And I already deleted it. If he just saw
my message, he shouldn't have been able to see the photo.’
To solve the puzzle, she asked, “Who Looks nice?”
“You do. In your pic,” he typed.
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So he did see it. Blair didn't know
what to say. She sent him an ellipsis
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Three minutes later, she slipped out
of her blanket, took the lipstick out of
the drag ackput fone most
cbnsbicuous spot on the vanity. Now,
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Wesley had already started his run,
making good time on the track. It
was important to the military fpr heir
men foes good sfafrina so this
wasn essential part of their
regimen. Sweat drenched the top he
was wearing, but he still managed to
glance at his phone and smile when
he saw the dots Blair sent. The
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